The REALLY Wild Wasteland. (The Fallout RP!)

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Toms blue hair blew in the wind as Bucky, the mole rat who served as his mount and companion, trotted down a shattered and dusty highway. The barren wasteland stretched out in every direction, like a sea of irradiated dirt. As dangerous as it was now, that wasteland would become a whole lot worse at night, and with the sun slowly creeping under the horizon, Tom didn't think he would make it to any town before dark. He would have to find a spot to make camp.

Distracted by these thoughts, Tom didn't notice the man standing in the middle of the road at first. He stood next to a motorcycle by a ruined car, and he looked like he was going through a bag of some kind. Bringing Bucky to a halt, Tom dismounted and waved to the man. "Hey!" he said, trying to project his voice as best he could. He kept a hand on his pistol, but tried to have the rest of his body communicate that he wasn't a threat.
 

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Brandon had seen that Rex had walked into the trailer followed by a few sounds. He had been waiting for Rex to return interested in what he was doing. The fire was going nicely and the food was beginning to look good. Still it wasn't done yet, He spotted a few hungry looking coyote walking a few meters away. He smiled at them as he threw a small piece of meat over to them. They grabbed it and ran away as fast as possible. Brandon might be good with animals but he wasn't about to risk getting attacked if he could avoid it like this.

He then heard an dragging noise coming out of the trailer. Brandon looked up to see that Rex was dragging a box, Brandon was surprised but also interested what was inside the box. He stood up and walked over to Rex, Rex had been dragging quite fast so he only needed to take 2 steps to reach the box. He looked inside to find an 9 mm pistol and a hunting revolver. Along with 4 boxes 9mm ammo and 2 boxes of 45-70 Gov't, and with 2 stinpacks. Brandon was dumbstruck he looked inside the box again and he then looked at Rex. Who was waiting for an reaction, Brandon smiled brightly as he petted Rex head and said. "Rex you are a good dog, a very good dog." Brandon said with an very happy sounding voice. He grabbed the items from inside the box and put then into his own bag, except for the 9 mm he put that inside Rex bag taking some of the food out the keep his bag the same weight.

If they were to disarm them Rex might be able to surprise them by giving him a gun when they were distracted. Still they could be anyone really he hadn't chosen an side, and since he was wearing reinforced combat armor most people saw him as dangerous and stayed away. He petted Rex once again taking him over to the fire where he grabbed 2 plates out of his bag. He had grabbed some silverware and a few plates and such things when he had been inside the rotten villa earlier. He placed Rex meal on one and his own on 1 too. He placed the plate before Rex he pointed at it. "That is your plate." He pointed at Rex and his plate. He then grabbed a spoon and took the first bite of his beans. They were surprisingly tasty, he looked at Rex to see if he was enjoying his meal of meat.
 

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"I had made it."

Crawvers' stomach was tearing itself apart now, having thrown up all the muck he'd eating in a vain attempt to feed himself. He had traveled all night, shielding his eyes from the morning glare. He felt weak and dizzy, but the buildings of a town were now only a couple of hundred meters away. Just needed to find some food.

As he approached the town, a robot trundled forwards towards him. It scanned him for a few seconds, before declaring "Trader. Threat level minimal. Welcome to Canterbury Commons." A robot eh? Must be a pretty well off settlement if they could afford those sorts of luxuries, and it wouldn't be raiders. Something to be grateful for.

As he rode into town, people stopped and stared at him. This he was used to, he couldn't remember the last time people didn't stare, but he still made sure not to make any sudden movements in-case he caused any trouble. A little bit down the road he saw a diner. Perfect. He guided Udders towards it, Coming to a stop just before the door.

Sliding off the Brahmin, he waddled into the store and met the eyes of what looked like the owner. He began to speak as slowly and carefully as he could, just hoping he could be understood.

"Good day sir. I am in desperate need of food for myself and my brahmin. What do you sell?"

The owner just stared at him. Even with his best attempts, it was clear that the shopkeep hadn't understood. At least he hadn't pulled out a gun or anything.

"I have no idea what you are, or what you want, but I only sell food. Go bother someone else." Time to speak the universal language, as they say.

The Doctor pulled out a few caps and tossed them onto the counter. He pointed at them and nodded.

"Yes. Food. Please." This time the trader seemed to understand. After making a few nervous sounds, he pulled out a few items onto the counter, ranging from the mundane common foodstuff, to more esoteric items that he must've cooked himself. Crawver pointed at a few of them. He spoke even slower this time.

"How much?" This time the shop owner seemed to understand.

"What? Oh, erm...52 caps..." Crawver scooped up the caps he had on the counter, counting them. He then fished into his pockets, clawing out the appropriate number to make 52. Handing them to the owner, he raked his purchased goods towards himself. He instantly threw the box of sugarbombs into his mouth, cardboard and all. He needed the energy. He waddled outside to Udders, placing some of his food underneath her. She began snacking away at it. Crawver then climbed back up onto her, sitting comfortably upon her.

"Well, about time something went my way."
 

The Harkinator

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Right at the bottom of the raiders pack there was a crumpled poster. Unfurling it, William saw the threatening helmet of an Enclave soldier staring back at him and the poster read: THE ENCLAVE WANTS YOU. 'I am very sure the Enclave wants me. But whatever it wants me for is probably going to be unpleasant.'

William remembered the stories of Project Purity, word gets around when Power Armoured soldiers arrive at major settlements with crates of water. Yet after the initial surprise, the darker rumours of Project Purity had surfaced. Some said the water was poisoned, others that there was some secret Brotherhood mind control plan that involved Aqua Pura. Then came the rumours of the Enclave, how they had been involved with the project before they had fled the Wasteland. Most sources agreed that Project Purity had not belonged to the Enclave, despite the broadcasts that had claimed otherwise on their radio station. Some said that the original owners of Project Purity had been killed because the Enclave wanted them gone.

"HEY!" The shout snapped William out of his musings. There was a man standing on the road shouting and waving his arms at William. 'No raiders or slavers introduce themselves, he looks alone, except for that mole rat, but they can be domesticated. Armed, armoured, not attacking. Most likely a wanderer or mercenary.' William's mind was going a mile a minute taking in every detail he could see in the waving man.

William set the pack down, and walked towards the man, trying to look like his hand was only casually holding his sheathed sword.

William said, "I've never met a raider that introduced himself before, so who might you be?"
 

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Vikki picked her way through the wastes, humming a non existent tune to herself as the bike chugged away unhappily. It had never worked fully but it ran and didn't break down very much so it was good for Vikki.

After a few hours of driving around in circles a thought finally popped up in Vikki's head, she had seen this place before, the ruined bridge. She was lost1

"Crap, crap, crap, I need to find someone!" she whines to herself as the bike chugs along, deciding it would be in her best interest to stick to the river in the off chance some of her cousins are still alive or some humans that didn't want to kill her first.

After a further few hours flying past a small shack rose into view. A young woman with black hair stood in front of the shack, leather armour covering her body and a strange looking rifle in her hands. She was standing over half a corpse, I should be careful, Vikki thought to herself, killing the engine and leaning the bike against a low wall, I don't want to scare her, but I need help.

Debating with herself for a few minutes, she decided to announce herself now and offer to leave the woman alone if she was aggressive.

"Hello! Can you help me?!" she shouts down to the woman, raising both her hands to show she wasn't armed.
 

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-EDITOR'S JOURNAL-

Two and a half days out from the truckstop, we've finally broken off from I-95, Abe seems to be following tracks; I certainly haven't noticed any, it hasn't rained for weeks, there are no tracks, but I can't find any useful consequence in attempting to dishearten him.

One thing to note: the Wasteland is empty. Quiet. Tranquil. This can't be right.

Full report to follow.

Later: Abe is talking in snatches about 'the Catfish n' the Steer' again, is that what we're following?
 

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"This can't be right..." Lucy muttered under her breath.

The trader here was kind of an ass, but can you blame him? He was just looking out for himself, just like everyone else in the wasteland.
He didn't deserve to die like this...

Lucy spotted those two caravan lunches he still had. And the door to his shack is closed. Doesn't seem to have been looted.

Giving the man a moment's silence, hoping he didn't die slowly. Lucy may get aggressive sometimes, but she hates watching people get hurt when they doesn't deserve it.

"Hello! Can you help me?!"

Startled, Lucy jumped slightly...Someone was behind her and not too far off, judging by the voice. Whoever it was must have seen her startled movement "how embarrassing" she thought momentarily.

Though this was no time for games, spinning around and lowering herself into a crouched position, instinctively aiming her Gauss Rifle towards the probable source of the voice.

Lucy's aim faltered slightly at the sight she saw. A yellow...ghoul? No, the skin wasn't mottled enough and the voice wasn't exactly raspy. Black eyes and perched against a wall behind the figure was a bike. She looked like a smaller yellow version of a super mutant.

"You don't look like a raider! And most raiders don't shout for help!"

Lucy wondered what she should do for a moment, this yellow...person wasn't threatening her, she even had her hands up to show the universal sign of "I'm not going to hurt you".

Lucy lowered her rifle, stood up and raised one hand up to show she wasn't hostile. Beckoning the figure to come closer.

"I'm not going to hurt you! Are you injured or hungry?"

Lucy silently hoped she hadn't fallen into a trap.
Though on the positive side, company may be nice...
 

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Vikki flinches slightly as the woman raised her gun, waiting for the inevitable blast from the rifle. But the pain never came, instead she shouted back to her.

I'm not going to hurt you! Are you injured or hungry? came the voice.

'I'm safe!' Vikki thinks to herself, dropping her hands and climbing down from the rubble she was on top of previously.

"No, I'm...I'm lost" she mumbles, embarrassed that she could get lost so easily on the roads, "I'm Vikki, what's your name?" she asks the female, "how long have you been out here?"

'She seems nice," Vikki thinks to herself, looking at the woman, thinking of how she is the first proper human to regard her fairly and not immediately shoot at the sight of yellow skin.
 

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Resisting the urge to turn back and find some other place to stay, I mean how bad can a spot marked 'deadly raider stronghold' be anyway, he strode out into the light pouring from the compound making his way toward the safely locked
gate.
'Hey! Who are you!' came a light voice.
Looking closer he noticed a young girl, perhaps five or six years old, distancing herself cautiously beyond the arms reach of the fence. Not waiting for a response she started hollering 'President Daddy!' in a voice that first seemed like fear to Sully but was oddly restrained, routine perhaps? It occurred to him that a place ran by someone named 'President Daddy' sounded exactly like kind of place you would expect to find weird rules and traditions for outsiders. The thought reminding him of his own caution as he stepped back making sure to note whether anyone tried to approach around the side of the compound unexpectedly.
After a time you see a small group of people emerged from the cluster of sheds. A bored looking man stood at the fore of the group, apparently neither happy nor surprised to see him.
Sully stood silently, left arm resting on the duffel that he had now pulled over to rest at his hip, waiting to be addressed.
'Hello outsider... I am Dave' he made particularly sure to let the air of wonder and intelligence seep through his voice, inciting not adoration but resignation in Sully. This was not going to be an early night.
After the very formal and polite introductions with the group Dave was kind enough to let Sully ask the ruler of the republic any questions he liked. Lacking any Sully sat silently as Dave, unconcerned, went on about politics and the affairs of the great republic.
While Dave droned on Sully's eye lids that had been struggling desperately for the past few hours to scramble back up his face finally succumbed and sat in exhausted purple bags above his cheeks while he fought the sensation that his brain had been replaced with the innards of an egg which seemed to have seeped in through his scalp. Just as sleep was finally taking over Dave finished his conceited speech and escorted him to the 'guest rooms'. Turning on the small light generator on the shelf Dave left Sully rustling through his duffel after his roll out mattress. The roll had never quite been long enough and far too thin for a comfortable bed but on the flat floor of what seemed, if the desk and board were any indication, to be some sort of school house it didn't seem to matter. Drifting off now he hardly questioned the strange displays of Brahmin skulls and carriages littered on the other side of the room
 

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The stranger descended from the pile of rubble she was perched upon.

"No, I'm...I'm lost" came the reply of her newly found yellow acquaintance. Barely audible, but Lucy could tell she was sheepishly embarrassed. Makes two of us, Lucy thought, nearly scared me to death.

"I'm Vikki, what's your name?" she inquires
"How long have you been out here?"

Lucy heaves a big sigh, feeling relieved and cracks a small smile.

"I'm Lucy. Lucy Black...", Lucy pauses and notes her own black hair grown long but tied into ludicrous twintails and notes Vikki's eye colour.

"That wasn't a pun or anything, don't get me wrong" Lucy uttered quickly, kicking herself mentally, but can't help but give a small chuckle.

"I've been in this area since yesterday, camped out under the bridge to DC Ruins when it hit nightfall, of course a few hours ago, this guy was still alive." gesturing towards the traders corpse.

"Maybe if I had shown up later and left him to the bandit, he wouldn't have died this horribly" an audible sadness present in Lucy's voice.

Lucy decided to perk up a little "It's a welcome change to come across someone friendly for once, so it's a pleasure to meet you Vikki."

"You're lost and I need someplace to go, seems we're in the same boat, where were you planning on heading?"

Even though she's unusual in appearance, it's nothing too out of the ordinary, this is the wasteland after all...deathclaws, ghouls, boatfly's, etc.

Besides, I don't want to inquire about it since it could be a sensitive topic. She seems friendly and nice, and in the wasteland, that's worth more caps than 3 nuka-cola factories combined.
 

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Michael had decided to try and find his way to the ghoul city Underworld now the Enclave was moving more openly, they hated anything not human and ghouls were on the top of their list - even if they were the non feral ones. He was so worried about the mass slaughter that might happen, that instead of making his usual inquiries about the Brotherhood when he reached the next small town, he asked for the directions towards Underworld and quickly left.

The journey had been a hard one, Underworld was located inside the D.C ruins in the Natural History Museum. To get there he had to go through a number of derelict subway tunnels, it was apparent that they weren't made for brahmin to travel in, getting Brahmin down the steps had been tricky to say the least. The place was also infested with a number of feral ghouls, luckily he didn't have to fight any Reavers.

He excited the subway having some trouble getting Brahmin up the steps. On his way to the subway he would have t go through, he saw a thin pale man waving at him. He didn't look like a raider and his gun was pointing downwards. If he did fire from this distance he would probably miss his head and his combat armour would give him some protection.

He approached him smiling and said "Hello there, is this the right way to Underworld? Oh, and any chance do you know where I can find the Brotherhood of steel?"
 

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"Rex, you... good dog. ...good dog."

Rex barked happily. He had pleased Brandon!

Brandon placed a plate of roasted meat in front of him. Rex smelled it deeply. The smell was heavenly. He devoured it greedily. He then sat, smelling the air. It smelled of meat, beans, oil... oil? It seemed to be coming from Brandon. Using deduction, Rex decided that oil-smell was different from normal human smells, and armor was different from normal human clothing, so oil was directly connected to armor. Rex didn't care much for the smell, but he'd live with it.

Smells of dust, smells of ever-present fire... smells of blood...

STRONG smells of blood.

There was always a blood smell in the wastes, and there was a stronger one near the trailer, probably because of the blood soaked mattress. But the smell was stronger... it was coming from the box.

Rex stood up and trotted over to the box. He whimpered as he pawed it, confused. As he did so, the folded "WANTS YOU" poster slid out and unfolded.

The top half had a helmet, symbols in the formation of "THE ENCLAVE", and lots of blood. Ludicrous amounts, even. As if the man who melted in bed had dripped onto it.

Rex barked. Brandon got up and came over, picking up the poster and looking at it.

As he did, Rex ran into the trailer and sat by the mattress, trying to understand. After a minute, he gave up and barked, hoping Brandon could figure out what happened.
 

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Whilst Lucy spoke, Vikki examined the half melted corpse of the trader. Shaking her head as the thoughts of her cousins appeared again, piles of goo in a corner, dumped unceremoniously.

Upon Lucy perking up, Vikki turned to her new friend, "it's a pleasure to meet you to Lucy!" she beamed. "Where am I heading?" she ponders a moment, the name of the place slipping her mind since she set out for it.

"Ooh! The underworld? That place where ghouls live?" she smiles sadly, "I hope some of my cousins are there, but ghouls don't like us too much, they think we're all evil," she sighs before looking up again.

"They should like us though! We're both nice!" she grins again before a realisation crosses her mind, "do you know where it is? And how to get to it?" she asks sheepishly.
 

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-EDITOR'S REPORT-

Evening on the third day : Following his 'tracks', Abe and I have finally encountered a safe settlement; the rustle of human - people's - activity puts me at ease, even the echoing footstep of a lone sentry among husks of garages and offices leaves less to the cynic's imagination than silence, ever the silence. Even if we had been caught and strung up by raiders, something ugly in the back of my mind suggests that the intrusion of humans - people, sadists and criminals or not - would have caused excitement and joy to spring from the deepest springs of my mind, at least for a fleeting moment. It is miraculous that we have been left alone, Abe doesn't outwardly seem to offer much, but the extent of those who take in the Wasteland; I suppose that'd be everyone left, it makes no sense to give; doesn't encompass only possessions.

Later - Bad news. We haven't managed to procure treatment or painkillers for Abe; we traded three of the moonshine bottles for a decent portion of squirrel stew, it seems a steep price, but Abe seems to prefer bartering to a monetary exchange, maybe that's how he always went about his business.

Abe refuses to eat, "ol' Abe's gotta wait for his sweetheart, she's be pow'rful sore if he starts without her heh heh heh"; I manage to slip some down his throat while he sleeps; can't stand to watch an old man starve for want of his mind.

Although his frames of reference, his terms of phrase, simply everything is so...extravagantly distant from even the post-war norms, he manages to barter successfully, even well. As long as he can keep the traders' attention until he pulls out the 'shine, their eyes just light up and you'd think it was pieces of the true cross. If a man like Abe can cross nowhere to Canterbury Commons, from nowhere, then word has no restrictions, and travels with the wind. Or maybe people tire of the pre-war tipples quickly.

Presently, we have found a place to bed down without charge, as for our next journey, I'll leave that to Abe,"Th' big catfish was here, an' now we're here, an' the catfish ain't here, but ah can smell, cuz daddy shown me how t'track, n' I'll catch 'im yet; ah reckon he swum up north, to the crick, that's what them fishies like."
 

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"The Underworld? Isn't that place some kind of safe haven for ghouls?" Lucy muttered, thinking out loud.

"Oh! It's in the Museum of History, my Dad is goi- he was going to take me there one day" Lucy's voice dropped with sadness and her eyes glazed over with a brief sense of tranquil fury.

Lucy forces herself to perk up again "Now I don't believe in the whole fate/karma thing, but I had originally intended on going there in the first place."

"Not only that, but you're in luck! I remember the route my dad told me, unfortunately it's one hell of a root on foot and it's the only one I know" Lucy frowned as she tried to put together all the logistics involved for such a journey.

"Alright, first we make our way to Anchorage Memorial, we cross over to the other side of the water. We can hop the stones in order to avoid the water. We then make our way all along the coast until we reach Rivet City. Next to it is Anacostia Crossing. We make our way through the subway, come out the exit and the Museum of History is right there" Lucy beamed with joy over remembering all that.

"I hope we find some of your cousins there and don't worry. My dad is- was a well-known trader at the Underworld. I'm sure a lot of people there would accept us easier, knowing that the daughter of Isaac Black is there."

"And if reputation fails us, we always have charm...and a Gauss Rifle" Lucy smiled mischievously.

Lucy looked hopefully at her new found friend "It's not a journey one can take alone"

Lucy hasn't trusted anyone since her dad was murdered, closing her eyes, she bit her lip and thought to herself "You can't keep everyone at arms length...Vikki may just help you change all that"

Lucy straightened her emotions and looked at Vikki directly "I get the feeling we could both use a friend, wherever our journey takes us" Lucy gave a small smile once more.
 

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"Oh son of a *****!"

Dudley had just gotten to the top of the metro ramp on the edge of Rivet City, only for the Microfusion Cell that he had powering his bike to run out. The Marketplace was closed for one reason or another, and there was no way in hell he was abandoning his bike. So he sat there, either waiting for the Market to open or by luck to see Lucky Harrith or one of the other traveling merchants go by.

"...Wish I had my guitar..." He thought aloud, boredom setting in. After a bit, he began singing under his breath, leaning on the seat of his vehicle and staring at the sky.
 

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Brandon was happy to see that Rex enjoyed the meat, the beans weren't bad either. Brandon finished his beans as Rex began to whimper, while he was unfolding an poster. Brandon walked over to Rex he grabbed up the poster and looked at it. Typical Enclave things to make such an poster. While Brandon hadn't sided with either one of the sides, he still preferred if the brotherhood would win. The only time he had ever met an Enclave soldier was when he started firing at him for no good reason. Their armor was good though, shame it broke so easily he would have preferred to be still wearing that. But on the other hand the the amount of raider attacks was an good reason not to wear it.

Looking at the poster again it seemed very bloody, like someone had been shot while holding this poster. Was that what made Rex so on the edge? Brandon heard barking and he walked into the trailer. The bloody mattress said enough he had to get out of here now. Brandon looked worried as he crouched and softly grabbed Rex's head looking him into his eyes. "We have to go now. Follow me." Brandon stood up grabbing his new hunting revolver. He walked outside and then began to walk away from the trailer. He began to walk quite fast as he put more and more distance between himself and the trailer. While blood and murder where everywhere in this world he didn't want to be a part of it. And the bloody mattress told the story of what had happened there.

After walking for about 15 minutes Brandon found an cave. After an quick inspection it seemed to be uninhabited. Brandon looked relieved as he walked inside and he took place against the wall of the cave, he looked up to look how Rex was doing.
 

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Tom saw the man put his hand on his sword. Smart of him. Tom thought No one survives out here long without a little caution. "The name's Tom Nevets, and this is my faithful stead, Bucky the mole rat." he said, indicating the animal beside him. "You got a name?" Tom then noticed the poster in the others hand. "And whatcha got their?"
 

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"We... go now. Follow me."

Brandon seemed to know what happened, and it wasn't good. Rex immediately stood and followed Brandon out of the trailer. Brandon equipped himself with the pistol and began walking... fast.

Rex trotted along just behind, feeling anxious and on edge. They arrived at a cave, and Brandon went inside. Rex followed, still anxious.

Brandon quickly looked inside, walked around it, then relaxed. Rex relaxed as well, and started sniffing.

He smelled mold, and... yao guai? No, ROTTED yao guai. The yao guai must have died violently, and then been dragged out of the cave, leaving the blood to rot and weather away. There were only two things that could do this, a human and a deathclaw.

There were no smells of either. They must have abandoned the cave.

Feeling tired, Rex lay down as the sun set. He'd sleep lightly, though. Missing yao guais aren't anything to ignore.
 

The Harkinator

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"You got a name?"

"William Knight ......... friend. Wait, what was that about the mole rat?" This Tom Nevets had a curious way of getting around, 'Not as curious as a walrus riding a brahmin, though the trader who had told him was a jet addict and hadn't gotten close.' Then William remembered the Enclave poster in the raiders pack.

The Enclave were bad news, years ago, they had been a harmless curiosity. Enclave radio station played jolly, if over patriotic songs but it had been President Eden's speeches that had interested William. When he was starting his job as Anver's ambassador, holotapes of Eden's speeches helped William sound the part. The lines about working to improve peoples lives were easy to copy and make relevant for each settlement leader he spoke with.

Then the broadcasts began to change, Eden wasn't speaking about lofty goals and recapturing America, he became much more specific, describing the Enclave's actions. Then came the military slant, Eden warned his listeners to leave Enclave troops alone and let them work, Enclave officers were speaking on the radio station, a man named Colonel Autumn appeared to be the Enclave's military commander. William could tell from the change in broadcasts, the Enclave was getting aggressive and expanding. More than once a Vertibird had been seen flying over the wastes, Anver scouts had found traces of heavy duty equipment used. The Enclave had changed and they meant trouble.

Then the Enclave had stopped broadcasting and nobody had seen much of them since then. But now they were back, that meant trouble.

"Now then Tom, what do you know about the Enclave?" William said, hoping this traveller knew something about their recent activity.